Thirty Patches: A Ramie Patchwork and Thirty Years of Marriage
In two days, my husband and I will celebrate thirty years of marriage. Thirty years doesn't feel like a number; it feels like fabric—layered, varied, some of it worn thin, but all of it continuous. To mark the time, I decided to make us matching vests, sewn from scraps of mosi, Korean ramie, I had collected over the years. It seemed the right thing to do with my hands while I was thinking about time. Mosi is an ancient, delicate textile, traditionally woven from the fibers of the Boehmeria nivea plant through a painstakingly laborious process. It is the fabric of Korean ceremony and grief, reflecting the full range of a life. Patchwork, to me, is an optimistic art form, one that begins from the assumption that even damaged cloth contains good cloth. As I arranged the pieces, I cut away sections that were frayed or worn thin, like the years of illness or misunderstanding that I would rather remove. The remaining good cloth, combined with other good cloth, can make something whole...